rise and root



The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

"When birds fall from the sky and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people...shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. they will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow"

Hopi Prophecy


sunset finds me at my desk for another day
this mornings horizon clouds soon vanished and we had a day of clear blue skies, the single small cloud i can see now is a gorgeous apricot pink and i can feel the temperature drop.
i spent most of today on my essay~being thankful i am not my sister who is going down with a cold and has two 2000 word essays to send to her tutor by wednesday.

i spent a little time on my family tree this morning after getting an e-mail from a thread i am following on a research site, which led me to thinking about my Irish ancestors.

i have to say i think of them a lot, more than i do of my ancestors from around her. i guess it is because they are so mysterious to me. i am in touch with a few people i am related to through my Irish line but i am so...intrigued by the ones who were no longer here long before i was born.

given the time they appeared living in wales they crossed the Irish sea because of the potato famine. they were just regular folk, the men mostly being labourers but their Gaelic names are so lyrical...

ó Súilleabháin

Ó Flaitheamháin

Ó Broin

i so wish i knew much more about them...


Janet said...

What unique names! I'd love to trace my family tree....maybe someday I will.

Anonymous said...

I took over the genealogical research after my Mum died and I just love doing it. I find it so addictive though, I decide to spend and hour or two and get so caught up whole days can pass.

Tipper said...

So very fascinating to look back into ones family!

Rowan said...

Family history is one of my great interests - no Irish ancestry for me but lots in my DH's family. They mostly came over during the potato famine too as far as I can tell. Have got nowhere actually in Ireland yet beyond Co Dublin and Co Roscommon. Need to try and narrow the field a bit! Hope the essays are going well - what are you doing in archaeology?

enchantedartist said...

Yes, there something so wonderfully mysterious about our ancestors...These are fantastic names!

miss*R said...

I am always pondering how my ancestors lived... even now, I could have aboriginal ancestors on my dad's side. I will never know for sure though.

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Chief Seattle

Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France